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Twig by twig, living a hollow, dreaming a nest for the nestlings... Chirpy screeching voices, like lullaby to her ears Awakening her sole purpose A mother as well as a father figure To protect Nothing is too much She'd feed herself to the tiger if she must ... Breaking of a new dawn another day to break Until her nestlings can leave her nest But never... ever... even so... They are her own little royals, forever ... the only rulers of her life...
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Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC
The Little Bird Mother
Twig by twig, living a hollow, dreaming a nest for the nestlings... Chirpy screeching voices, like lullaby to her ears Awakening her sole purpose A mother as well as a father figure To protect Nothing is too much She'd feed herself to the tiger if she must ... Breaking of a new dawn another day to break Until her nestlings can leave her nest But never... ever... even so... They are her own little royals, forever ... the only rulers of her life...
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Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC
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